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I pulled him down and stole another kiss, this one hot and filled with battling tongues. I breathed him in, taking in his breath, filling my lungs, feeding my need. His body trembled against mine, and a shudder of a breath lapped against my lips. My body gave in to his touch, his hands gliding across my breasts, gently moving, and caressing against my shirt. I needed more. I needed his skin against mine, his heat against my warmth. Finally, the ravenous aches were going to be fed. Dash opened his eyes and stared into mine, his hand skillfully removing my shirt. I nodded, sensing him fighting with himself, wanting to go faster but also wanting to please me. His hand moved back over my bare breasts, the first time a man had done so. My breath hung in my throat, and my pulse quickened. When